Blazing in gold and quenching in purple,
Leaping like leopards to the sky,
Then at the feet of the old horizon
Laying her spotted face, to die;
Stooping as low as the kitchen window,
Touching the roof and tinting the barn,
Kissing her bonnet to the meadow, -
And the juggler of day is gone!
In December I am making my 45 minute commute toward work into the sunrise and home toward the sunset. Coming and going I marvel at the sky. Emily Dickinson has some beautiful poems that perfectly fit my mood and this is one of them.
The Friday Poetry round up is at Becky's Book Reviews this week. Go have a look!
Emily, oh, Emily. :-) Lovely.
I've never read this one before...huh. I thought I knew Emily fairly well. It's lovely--thanks!
I have a copy of Final Harvest, which according to my favorite professor, is one of the best compliations of her work. It took taking a course with him to fully appreciate her work. Thanks for sharing this.
I thought I knew my Dickinson pretty well, too, and have never run across this. No dashes, even! Huh!
The sun begins to set here at 3:30, and honestly -- some of the most gorgeous afternoon-y sunsets ever. Enjoy!
a lovely sunset with the tree
Again, such a lovely pairing of a photo with a poem. Next time I see a sunset, I'm going to be thinking of leopards...
Yes, isn't that a wonderful image of leopards in the sunset? I have a collected works of Emily Dickinson and this is in the "Nature" section. My favorite of hers are mostly about weather and the seasons. There is one dash, at the end of the second to last line... it seems a bit odd to have it with a comma but that's the way it's printed.
Gosh, this is exquisite. I've never read this!! Thank you, thank you...
Very nice indeed.
Beautiful. Make me wanna get up to greet the sun.
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